In the morning of my wretchedness,
My eyes upon the mountain,
a thousand miles from rest,
In the time of my oppression,
with the dark at either hand,
I will seek the voice of love
to whatsoever it commands.
to steer my footsteps in the night,
By day I trust the sun above
to make things clear and bright
I trust the human kindness
when I got no other choice
And when it's time to speak
I trust the truth to guide my voice
I will look upon the mountain
when the sun sinks in the west
Walk this lonesome valley
with assurance in my breast
Like a demon flight of sparrows
come to rest on yonder tree
The comfort of its branches
for a night's tranquility
to steer my footsteps in the night
By day I trust the sun above
to make things clear and bright
when I got no other choice
And when it's time to speak
I trust the truth will guide my voice
In the evening of the earthquake,
I will look upon the mountain,
In the time of my oppression,
with the dark at either hand
I will seek the voice of love,
to steer my footsteps in the night
By day I trust the sun above
to make things clear and bright
I trust the human kindness
when I got no other choice
And when it's time to speak ,
I trust the truth will guide my voice
And when it's time to sing,
I trust the truth will guide my voice
